So he answered with evident satisfaction: "I rejoice that we can speak without an interpreter.
Persevere in learning the beautiful language of my forefathers.

Croesus, who sits at my table, shall still remain your instructor." "Your command confers happiness!" exclaimed the old man.

"No more eager or thankful pupil could be found, than the daughter of Amasis." "She justifies the ancient report of the wisdom of Egypt," answered the king, "and I can believe that she will quickly understand and receive into her soul the religious instructions of our Magi." Nitetis dropped her earnest gaze.

Her fears were being realized.

She would be compelled to serve strange gods.
But her emotion passed unnoticed by Cambyses, who went on speaking: "My mother Kassandane will tell you the duties expected from my wives.
To-morrow I myself will lead you to her.